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Authors: Ilona Andrews

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“It makes things worse,” he finished for her. “I know.”
“Let me have her,” she said, suddenly desperate. “Let me have her here with me. I thought I lost her on that fire escape. You have everything else—my freedom, my body, everything—and I just want one thing. Just let me keep my baby.”
Lucas frowned. He didn't seem vicious now. “I'm not doing this to be an asshole.”
“I'll keep her out of the way . . .”
Cedric snarled at the bushes, baring his teeth, and lunged into the thicket.
Karina jumped to her feet. Before her knees had straightened, Lucas had leaped over the railing and was sprinting to the tree.
Emily stumbled back. Her mouth gaped in a surprised O.
Karina ran but she was so agonizingly slow.
Lucas reached Emily, pushed her back, out of the way, and crashed through the underbrush.
Karina lunged forward. Her hand closed about Emily's shoulder. She grabbed her daughter and backed away, keeping her hand on her pocket, feeling the hard knife handle through the fabric of her jeans.
Lucas jerked something out of the bushes. Long and green and brown, it writhed in his hand, flailing, the elongated olive tail brushing the ground. He roared, a deep growl that nearly made her jump. “Henry!”
The thing jerked, its throat caught in Lucas's hand. He turned and Karina finally saw it: it resembled a freakishly large bearded dragon lizard bristling with inch-long spikes on its cheeks and sides. As the creature twisted, a crest snapped open along its back, the spikes standing up like the razor-sharp fins of some deepwater fish. The lizard creature clawed at Lucas's arm with long black claws. Blood welled in the scratches.
“A monster!” Emily squeaked.
“No, just a big lizard.” Karina kept a death grip on Emily.
Behind her the door burst open. Daniel charged onto the porch. His face contorted. Something brushed past Karina like a sudden draft. The beast jerked and hung motionless, its legs abruptly gone limp.
Lucas carried the lizard to the porch. “Henry!”
Henry burst onto the porch.
Lucas slammed the lizard down onto the porch boards. The creature blinked but lay completely still. Henry knelt by the lizard. His hands touched the back of the creature's skull. He closed his eyes, focused for a long moment, and glanced up. “Its mind is inert. It didn't transmit.”
Lucas looked at him. “Sure?”
Henry pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Yes. If it transmitted, there would be evidence of a spike in neural activity.”
Lucas raised his fist and brought it down like a hammer. She barely had enough warning to spin Emily around before his fist crushed the lizard's skull, flattening it like an empty Coke can.
“Daniel, call the main house.” Lucas turned to her. “Take Emily and go to our room. Don't come out until I get you.”
Karina didn't ask what was going on. She just picked Emily up, ran inside the house, and didn't stop until the door of Lucas's room closed behind her.
 
 
T
he day burned down to the afternoon. Emily investigated the room, then she whined about being bored, and finally she fell asleep in the overstuffed chair in the corner. At first Karina listened for every noise and creak outside the door. Her nerves were wound so tight, she could barely sit still.
If the creature in the bushes had been just an ordinary lizard, Lucas would've killed it right away. She had no doubt of it. No, this beast had created an emergency. She had no idea why and that somehow made everything so much worse. Eventually her own anxiety wore her out and she sank into a light sleep, a kind of wakeful drowsiness, where every stray noise made her raise her head.
The room was so quiet. Karina closed her eyes for a moment, opened them, and then Lucas was there, walking across the room. She hadn't heard the door open.
Lucas scooped Emily out of the chair. Karina surged to her feet. “Where are you taking her?”
“To a different room,” he said quietly and went out. She followed him down the hallway to a small bedroom. A bed with a red comforter stood against one wall, next to a bookcase filled with children's books. A desk offered a small computer with a flat-screen monitor.
He'd made her a room. He'd changed his mind.
Lucas deposited Emily on the bed and stepped out. Karina pulled the blanket over Emily's shoulders. She was so tiny on the bed. Karina's mind replayed Lucas clenching the lizard's throat. One squeeze and Emily would be dead.
He waited for her now, in the hallway. Karina made herself step away from the bed and walked out. Lucas closed the door, locked it, and handed her the key. “This is for her protection. Our room doesn't have a lock. Daniel is pissed off tonight, and I'm feeling surly, which makes the house a dangerous place to be, so it's best she stays in this room. This is for tonight only. Tomorrow she will go to the main house.”
But the room—it was a child's room, made for a little girl. The blankets and the pillowcases looked brand-new and the rug still had the price sticker on it.
So he hadn't changed his mind. She had from now until morning to convince him to let her keep her daughter. Karina opened her mouth and said the only thing she could think of. “Are you hungry?”
Lucas nodded. “I could eat.”
“Any preference?”
“Meat would be nice.” He turned away.
“Lucas?”
He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“What's going on?” Karina asked him softly. “What was that thing?”
Lucas grimaced. “It's a long explanation.”
“Please. I want to know.” Whatever he would tell her had to be better than not knowing.
Lucas sighed. “The woman who poisoned you has friends. Her people are looking for our base, so they are sending scouts out. The lizard was one of them. It's basically a walking camera—it records what it sees and then transmits the information to its owners in short bursts. Luckily we caught this one before any transmissions had gone out.”
“And if it had sent this transmission?”
“We'd be evacuating,” Lucas said. “We still may. We'll know more in the morning.”
Karina hugged her shoulders. “Lucas, where are we?”
He was looking directly at her. “We're on base.”
“Where is this base? I've seen those birds. There are no birds like that in North America.”
Lucas examined her face for a long breath. “You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
He grimaced. “You asked for it. As the planet rotates, fluctuations between the forces of gravity and nuclear reactions on the subleptron and subquark level cause a ripple effect in reality, where time and space are not constant but dynamic. Parts of space-time become incompatible with the current reality and are discarded. In essence, Earth continuously sheds chunks of itself. They linger for a time and dissipate, some slower, some faster. We're in one such chunk—we call them fragments. It was shed sometime during the late Pliocene, approximately two and a half million years ago in what is now Texas. This pocket is stable and shouldn't begin to dissipate for another couple thousand years. Can you make cubed steak?”
“What?” Karina stared at him, sure she had misheard.
“I asked if you can cook cubed steak. I just realized I'd really like some.”
“Yes, I can. You're not joking?”
“About the steak?”
“About the fragments.”
Lucas shook his head.
This was just insane. “So we're in an alternate reality? Like in a parallel dimension? Like in
Star Trek
?”
“No. A mirror dimension is a self-contained, complete reality. We're in a dimensional fragment.” Lucas leaned back against the wall. “Okay, think of an onion. The inner layers are white, and the outer layer is brown. Suppose the outer layer rots. The onion makes a replacement layer, identical to this outer one, and sheds the rotten layer in bits and pieces, some big, some tiny. We are in a piece of that rotten layer.”
She stared at him. If he wasn't lying, they weren't anywhere near Oklahoma. They weren't even on the same planet. Escape was impossible.
“Don't think about it too much,” Lucas said. “Subquantum mechanics will drive you insane.”
“Can we get back? To normal Earth?”
“It depends on how close the layer is to its reality. The motel where you were attacked was in a layer that had barely begun to separate, so we could cross in and out easily. But this pocket has peeled much too far away for you and I to exit on our own. We need someone to rip it. To open a gateway.” Lucas pushed off from the wall.
“But we
can
go back?” Surely they had to go back occasionally. Their clothes had tags; their plates had Corelle stamped on the back. Microwaves and refrigerators didn't sprout on prehistoric trees, which meant the people of Daryon had to pop back and forth from the normal Earth to here and back on a whim.
Lucas leaned toward her. His gaze fixed on her. Suddenly he was occupying too much space. She took a step back, her spine pressing against the wall.
A slow smile curved Lucas's lips. “Yes. You can go back. But never without me. If you ever try, I will find you and bring you back.” His smile grew wider. “And then all bets are off.”
He was looking at her with an open sexual hunger, so intense, for a second she didn't think it could be sincere. She froze, terrified. And then a small part of her responded to it. For a second, Karina wondered what it would be like to cross the distance between them, laugh right into that stare, and walk away, leaving him standing there like an idiot. But as long as he controlled Emily, she could do nothing.
He leaned forward a quarter inch, like a predatory cat about to pounce.
In her mind, Karina gulped and fled down the hallway, her heart hammering too fast and too loud. But showing weakness wasn't an option. Lucas had told her before that he was a predator. If she ran, the predator would chase.
She raised her face toward him. “If I do go back without you, don't find me.”
He turned his head to the side, like a dog, studying her. “Or?”
“Or I will kill you.”
He laughed, a low rich sound that sent shivers of alarm down her spine. “How?”
“I'll think of something.”
She turned her back to him and forced herself to walk slowly toward the kitchen.
 
 
L
ucas tilted his head and watched Karina retreat down the hallway. The look in her eyes, the angle of her face, the way she stood, everything communicated defiance. She challenged him. She had no idea how exciting this made her. He wanted to pin her against the wall, until she acknowledged that he was strong enough and powerful enough for her. He wanted to kiss and taste and grind and own. Different standards, he reminded himself. For him it would be flirting. For her, it would be a prelude to rape.
Lucas looked at the ceiling. He knew exactly where this violent impulse was coming from. It was an evolutionary echo, the same echo that told him to murder every other male in the house and then hunt her until she gave in. He made a choice to reject it daily. Strangely, it wasn't getting any easier.
Henry's light steps approached him. “Physical assault is probably not the best way to go,” Henry murmured.
Sometimes Lucas could swear the man could read thoughts, even though every Mind Bender Lucas had ever met maintained it was impossible. “Playing in my head?”
“Of course not.” Henry smiled at him. “Your fists are clenched and it's written all over your face.”
He'd figured as much. “She's beginning to ask questions.”
“That's a little faster than I expected.” Henry frowned. “I wiped almost twelve hours of severe pain from her. Usually a wipe of that extent leaves people inert longer. You're pacing the explanations?”
Lucas nodded. “Not my first time.”
He'd helped bring people over a few times before. A human mind could only accept so much. If he flooded her with the information contradicting her view of reality, the impact of it, combined with her physical trauma, would cause her to snap under the pressure. Her body was at its limits already, fighting the poison and coping with his venom and its consequences, which would soon follow.
Lucas started down the hallway. He needed a shower and some time away from everyone to soothe the excitement rushing through his veins.
“Lucas?” Henry called.
Lucas turned.
His cousin looked at him for a long moment. “Be kind.”
 
 
A
n hour later Karina put the dinner on the table. The encounter in the hallway kept replaying in her head and she couldn't decide if she'd botched it or handled it well. Emily still slept. Henry had said the fatigue was normal, but she worried all the same.
“Cubed steak.” Henry slid into his seat. “ ‘Beef. It's what's for dinner.' ”
Karina took her seat. Lucas sat to the right of her. Too close. She should have served the dinner in the dining room instead of the kitchen. The bigger table would've given her more space.
Lucas crowded her, drinking in her anxiety. Karina swallowed, unable to help herself. He was simply too large and he watched her constantly. Even when she couldn't see him, she couldn't get rid of the pressure his gaze brought. He leaned toward her, emanating menace, and she shrank from him out of sheer self-defense.
His lips stretched and Lucas showed her his teeth, large and sharp. “Am I scary?”
She met his stare. “Yes,” she said. “But you know that already. Making me admit it makes you cruel. Corn or beans?”

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